Page 61 of Of Ash and Iron (Flame Cursed Fae #3)

Chapter 61

Maddy

H eart pounding, nerves aflame, I spread my thighs.

He's not cursed this time. He can touch me. He will touch me.

He gives a sharp intake of breath as he looks at me, already wet. Ready. So fucking ready.

"Tell me what to do next."

He looks at me with such intense desire that I can hardly catch my breath. "Use your fingers," he orders me. "Touch every inch of you."

I move slowly, savoring every sensation, every jolt of pleasure. He watches intently, his breathing quickening.

"Faster," he says.

I speed up as I stroke myself, circling faster and faster, watching his eyes grow darker with every movement.

"Good," he says. "Don't stop."

"I want you to do it." I gasp, back arching. "Please. Please, Kain. Touch me."

He's an inch from me in a heartbeat, gripping my thighs, spreading them wider, and I let out a long moan of satisfaction at the feel of his strong hands on my skin.

"Not yet. Faster, princess," he orders. "Let me hear you."

I obey, letting my moans echo in the still night air. I'm close, but I don't want it to end. Not without him.

"Faster," he rasps.

"I won't come without you," I reply.

"Then stop."

He drops to his knees.

"What are you— Oh gods!"

His mouth covers me, and my thoughts shatter into a million pieces. Pleasure washes over me in waves as his tongue circles my clit.

"Oh gods, oh gods," I whimper, writhing. "Please, please."

He looks up at me, his eyes burning. "Do you know how many times I fantasized about this taste?"

I tremble at his words, at the hunger in his voice.

"Tell me how I feel," he says, and swipes his tongue against me again.

"Like… like nothing else in the world exists anymore," I manage.

He slides a finger inside me.

I gasp, bucking my hips. It's almost too much, his tongue, his hands. But I don't want it to stop. I never want it to stop.

He thrusts deeper, adding a second finger, and the pressure inside me is building, threatening to overwhelm me.

"So close," I pant, clutching his hair.

"Come for me, princess," he says. "Come apart for me."

"I don't want to yet!"

"Then I'll slow down. Tasting you is no hardship, princess. I would stay here all night."

His fingers curl, and his tongue dances, and I shudder, gripping his hair as I cry out his name. It's exquisite, and I still don't want it to end. I still can't believe he has his mouth on me, his hands around my thighs.

The curse is gone.

"Gods, you are so fucking beautiful." He presses his fingers into me, quickens his tongue. Pressure builds, unstoppable, painful almost.

He stops. I cry out, grabbing for him, but he steps back. The flames in his irises are dancing, his face fierce with desire.

"A fucking god wouldn't be able to control themselves with you, princess." His hands move to his own trousers. "Not Odin himself."

I lean back, gasping for air. In a moment, he's naked before me. My mouth goes dry, my legs stops squirming, and all I can do is stare at him.

This is happening.

"I love you," he says, stepping close to me.

"I love you," I gasp. He kneels again, leaning over me.

"I need you. Forever, princess."

I can't reply as he presses against my entrance, a whimper escaping instead.

Then his mouth is on mine. He kisses me, lips warm and gentle, his fingers running down my temples. He cups my face.

"Forever," he repeats.

"Forever."

He pushes forward, and I cry out.

He stills, breathing hard. "Princess," he rasps, and I grip his hips, pulling him in answer, needing more.

We groan together as he slides deeper. The feeling is incredible, indescribable, and I tremble around him. He buries his face in my neck, kissing my skin. "Take me," I whisper. "Make me yours."

His breath catches. His body is shaking, and he pushes further, tangling his hands in my hair, eyes finding mine.

I wrap my legs around him, he thrusts, and the world disappears.

The only thing that exists is him. The heat of his body, the taste of his skin, the smell of him. He surrounds me, fills me, and it's too much and not enough. My hands roam his body, seeking every inch of him.

He moves faster. I meet his rhythm, arching my back. He drives into me, his body tense with pleasure, and I cry out, digging my nails into his shoulders.

"Fuck, I?—"

"Don't stop," I beg. My breath comes in ragged gasp. The pleasure I was holding at bay, the tight coil inside me, is about to break.

His eyes lock on to mine, blazing with heat and passion. "Never," he growls. "You're mine."

"Yours," I agree, and the word is like a spark, setting off a wave of ecstasy that crashes over me. My every nerve is singing.

"Come for me, princess. Come for me."

My orgasm sweeps through me, and I cry out his name. I shudder, and the world seems to tilt, spinning away into nothingness.

"I love you," he grits out, and his hips stutter. He thrusts, once, twice, and then spasms, a deep growl escaping his throat. His head falls forward, and he shudders, his breath coming in harsh gasps.

We collapse together, panting, our bodies entwined. He pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around me.

"Mine," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

"Yours," I reply.

Forever.